René Magritte

If the dream is a translation of waking life, waking life is also a translation of the dream.

Everyday objects shriek aloud.

As regards the artists themselves, most of them gave up their freedom quite lightly, placing their art at the service of someone or something. As a rule, their concerns and their ambitions are those of any old careerist. I thus acquired a total distrust of art and artists, whether they were officially recognised or were endeavouring to become so, and I felt that I had nothing in common with this guild. I had a point of reference which held me elsewhere, namely that magic within art which I had encountered as a child.

Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see, but it is impossible. Humans hide their secrets too well....

Between words and objects one can create new relations and specify characteristics of language and objects generally ignored in everyday life.

What he imagines evokes nothing imaginary, it evokes the reality of the world that experience and reason treat in a confused manner.